Novella Collection Mga Nobela at Kwento

And my husband about to walk through the door any minute. I sent one last text to the men. **Elena:** Clean up and disappear. But be ready. I’m not done collecting. The back gate creaked. Footsteps. My heart raced even as my clit throbbed. Was it one of the wives? Or my husband home early? I stayed spread open on the grass, cum still dripping, fingers lazily circling my clit, waiting to see who would catch the neighborhood cum collector first.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

I hope that you enjoyed this story. This was one of the first full novels that I wrote. If you have you will also enjoy Across the Desk and the triology that it sparked. it is a dark romance story in which a young woman, Deanna, finds her true love and they forge a bond that not even her insane family can break. The second in the story is Weathering the Storm where their story continues. Then breaking the Eye Wall which they finally find the end of their nightmare together. WEathering the storm is already on goodnovel and Breaking the eye wall will be released in November of 2020.

I couldn’t remember the last time a man checked her out. She continued to sip her drink as Alisa returned to the seat next to me. Let’s go.” I took Lisa by the hand and walked toward what they called the Cloud Room. It was a massive space with nearly twenty king beds When I pushed open the French doors leading to the space, Lisa let out a gasp. “They're really getting it in here!”

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

I was so shocked that my hand immediately flew over my mouth as my jaw dropped. That had to be the biggest plot twist I'd witnessed all year. The girl in the bed was Kayda—the class captain in mine and Lorena's class. She was every professor's pet and always acted like the holiest person on the planet, like some morality police. So imagine my shock seeing her naked, legs splayed apart, teasing her own nipples, inviting Kade to join her as her voice dripped with clear need. I was still processing her in that state when I heard the drawer Kade had been rummaging through slam shut, the noise loud in the quiet.

Oliver's eyes are so intimidating, I wonder how they'll look when he fucks me against the wall, especially up against his religious mother's bedroom wall. It would be so hot to be fucked right there. And in front of the Christmas tree on Christmas morning, imagine having my step brother's cock filling me up in front of everyone's gifts at the Christmas tree. That would be the best gift ever. “Belle?“ My step mother's voice calls me out of my daydream and I hide my diary behind my back, not in shame or guilt but because these visions of my step brother are mine alone. “What are you always writing in that book, darling?“ She asks.

VOLUME TEN: A HEAVEN HILL CHRISTMAS Author's Note: These Christmas Novella's are in no particular order – they aren't even in chronological order of the series. It's just one Christmas I picked out of every couple's lives and wrote about it. JESSICA & LAYNE

"Let me feel that pussy." Our mouths find each other again, kissing messy with tongue tangling, we moaned into each other's mouth, our eyes half closed. Then he froze. "Shit...I don't have a condom." "It's okay, I'm on pill." He slammed up into me, hard and fast. "Oh fuck, Grey! Yes!" He didn't slow down. His cock was hitting my spot over and over. I grabbed my hair, pulling it into a quick ponytail, sweat dripping down my chest.

I was throbbing, aching for something I knew I shouldn’t want. “Elena…” he started, using my name. His voice was rough. “This is weird, right? Sharing a bed like this.” I turned toward him, propping my head on my hand. My breasts shifted heavily with the movement, and I saw his eyes drop to them. “It is. But we’re adults. We’ve been through worse together.” My heart raced. Years of tension bubbled up—the way I’d caught him staring at my cleavage during family dinners, the times I’d lingered in the hallway after hearing him groan my name through his bedroom door late at night. I’d told myself it was nothing. Now, trapped here, it felt like everything.